Three-body Problem Trilogy Novels & Stories

My stomach dropped. Three. The masked figures returned to me immediately. Red skies. Blood covering the earth. Three people standing together while one of them told me the Blood Alpha would fall and I would deliver the final blow. I gripped the back of the chair. "If the interpretation is correct, a triune binding can be anchored through three people. They may not all control the victim equally, but the seal can be tied to all three." I stared down at the symbol. Three people. Three branches. Before I could make sense of it, warmth spread beneath my ribs.

Then she covered her face with her pillow. “This is going to be a disaster.” Across the hallway, Nate stared at his phone. In another apartment, Ilyas did the same. Three people. Three hearts. And three different secrets. But secrets rarely stay secret forever.

I could absorb entire pages in seconds, retain details that would take normal people days to memorize. Another gift of my condition, I suppose. Or perhaps a curse. I'd never quite decided. The page I was reading now mentioned something that made my heart stop. "The Lycan Trinity," I read aloud, my voice barely above a whisper. "Three souls whose destinies are so intricately connected that no matter where they are, they will be drawn to each other. Bound by fate. Bound by blood. Bound by something older than either." I read it again. Three souls?

Charlie asked, seeming pretty interested in the topic while Sage was laser focused. "Levels of how strong the connection can get, it’s according to the strength of the bond the Triplets have. Back in those days, the triplets used to die because they were so close to each other that the bond killed them but no one bonds that hard nowadays so that means if we follow the right procedure..." "We should be able to track one or two of the triplets with another," Sage completed. I nodded a bit too dramatically. "Yes, that's it..." "But?" Kane asked, earning a glare from me as I sighed.

The exhaustion. That was real. Whatever was happening to them was real. "I still don't understand," she said into the darkness. "How can three people share one mate? How does that even work?" "It's rare," Alaric said quietly. "But not unheard of. Triplets especially. We share everything else. Why not this?" "That's not an answer." "It's the only answer I have." He turned on his side. Looked at her. "I don't know why the universe decided you belong to all three of us. I just know that you do. We felt it. All of us. The moment we saw you."

"The trauma you sustained also affected one of the triplets you were carrying. Unfortunately, despite our best efforts, we were unable to save that baby, and surgery was necessary to remove the fetus…" My breath hitched. Triplets. I had been carrying triplets, a miracle I never dared to dream of, and now one was gone. A sob tore from my throat, a sound filled with such raw pain that it seemed to pulse through the sterile walls. It soon morphed into a series of wracking cries that made my body convulse as I gasped for air.

My thoughts flew to the stories the elders used to tell around the bonfires when I was still just a young wolf with silly dreams about destiny. They spoke of the "Curse of the Trinity." The legend said that a Luna with three Alpha mates was destined for death from her very first breath. It was said that the power and possessive instincts of three Alphas were too great to be shared, even with their own mate. According to the ancients, they would fight over her until their packs destroyed one another and blood soaked the ground. In the end, the Luna would be prevented from being with all of them: the constant dispute between the men she loved would tear her in two. She wouldn't be able to choo

He sat huddled in the bow, the cracked laptop balanced precariously on his knees, its screen a chaotic waterfall of emerald code. He had done it. He had initiated the first sequence of Project Orion. Dewangga felt a strange, hollow sensation in his chest. For years, he had been the pawn—the romantic dreamer caught in the gears of the Surya dynasty’s cruelty. But as he watched the data packets fly toward the Singaporean consortium, he realized the dreamer was dead. The man who replaced him had eyes as cold as the deep water beneath the hull. "Where we go now, Tuan?" the old fisherman shouted over the wind, his voice trembling with the realization that he was transporting a man who had just in

“You are it.” Xanden sat up beside me, brows furrowing. “I’ve never felt anything like this before. And I’ve fought beside seers, priestesses, even starborn warriors. But this bond? It’s alive.” He reached for my hand. I let him take it. The moment our fingers touched, a shimmer of light spilled out—moonlight and shadow, entwined around a core of ocean-blue energy. I gasped. “Althea…” Cassian knelt in front of me, eyes locked on the magic now rising from our bond like mist. “There are only three known triadic bondings recorded in supernatural history. And all of them ended in war. Or coronation.”

It was a sentiment they hadn't felt in years. The triplets experienced an unparalleled connection, surpassing anything they had ever known. A bond formed among them as they beheld Dirk's face, radiant in the night like the moon itself. Dirk's well-being was vital to their own. His life held profound significance. He was their mate, and nothing could alter that. Dirk would forever remain of utmost importance to them, even beyond death. Everything else could go to hell. They were a united front, a force to be reckoned with. No one and nothing would harm Dirk or tear him away from them again. In unison, the triplets took a deep breath and released it, their actions synchronized.